“Why?” cried his mother.“Because she’s scared,” he said. “She wants things she knows she shouldn’t have, and if she heard you, she’s p...tting herself in your shoes right now.”“Go on then,” said his mother. “We can talk later.”He checked the house first. The twins and Susie said they hadn’t seen her. He went back outside, and looked at the road. He could barely see her, running hard down the gravel, toward the blacktop. She’d already made a mile, in just six or seven minutes.He hopped in his car,. For that you need the overnight trains and buses. Last year I was travelling back to Bangalore on an overnight sleeper bus. There are bunks on two levels, single as well as double bunk with curtains for each. The one I got was a double bunk on the upper deck. By the time I got on the bus there was already a guy sleeping on the aisle side of the bunk. So I had to move over him to get to my window side. In the process my hand grazed his crotch which woke him up. He looked like he was in his early. The boxes were stacked along the wall. There were other boxes of kitchen plates, pots and pans waiting to find their assigned spot in the kitchen by the chef.I still wondered why it was so important to the agency to have a cafeteria and a chef on site. The agency was paying for that part and the restaurant would be open to the public. I guessed that there was some kind of cover story for that if anyone asked. There had to be some kind of gimmick, I was sure of that.We made our way down the hall. ’ ‘OK. I believe you.’ Monica moved further up the bed and straddled his chest. ‘Have you ever tasted pussy before?’ Tom nodded yes. ‘Do you like to eat pussy?’ Again he nodded yes. ‘Are you any good?’ He answered, ‘Yea, she got off.’ Monica responded, ‘Well, tonight is going to be a little different.’ Without saying anything else she moved forward until her legs were over his head and slowly sank onto his face. Tom knew exactly what she wanted. Once in reach he started licking and sucking at.